“Daddy’s away, so I have to be there. Hostile bids mean aggressive, timely and expensive repostes. I expect there’s plenty of my supporting boar... members coming, even at such short notice, so I’ll be perfectly safe. You can still go to your match.”I knew where my loyalties lay. Fred and Pam were on holiday in the Caribbean until the end of next week. She couldn’t use either of the Toms to drive her because while Fred and Pam were away and the duties in the garden were minimal in January, so the. Back to the story.Paul (now my husband!) was tied to a chair because he owed money. Simon was the debt collector. The scene started with a little dialogue to give it context where I called Paul an arsehole for getting into debt.Simon told me to take Paul's trousers off and expose his cock, one I was by now very familiar with, and suck it till it was hard (remember the guys used a pump so they were nearly always hard anyway). Simon told me to suck him till he was about to cum and then stop. Then. Truth to tell, I wanted her to be rough with me, maybe very rough. Please don’t ask me why. It’s something I have never understood myself but it is a part of me and that’s that. Why agonise about what we are? “Lift your nightdress.” I lifted it and I hear the sound of her placing her glass down and standing. Then I felt her hand on my arse. She caressed my cheeks, her hand firm on the silk of my knickers. Through the material, she pressed a finger against my arsehole. “Has anyone ever fucked. The memory of meeting Tessa for the first time when she came over to visit at our house flashed in my mind. She had been wearing shorter shorts than anything Melissa owned, a tee shirt that she had probably bought before she had her first period and three inch latex boots that extended just over the front of the knee! My wife had muttered about her being a slut, but the girls were already scampering off to Melissa’s room and closing the door. Had I missed all of this somehow? I scooted up.